there is the potential for green. Although you may look at me now, covered in ice, shaking in the wind, cold and helpless, deep inside, something else lives, unseen. It pulses in my roots, sleeping sweetly, waiting to be aroused. 
there is the potential for green. Although you may look at me now, covered in ice, shaking in the wind, cold and helpless, deep inside, something else lives, unseen. It pulses in my roots, sleeping sweetly, waiting to be aroused.
